CHAPTER XV.
Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high, So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be; Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
A grain of glory mixed with humbleness, Cures both a fever and lethargicness.
HERBERT.
"Norman, do you feel up to a long day's work ?" said Dr.May, on the following morning.

"I have to set off after breakfast to see old Mrs.
Gould, and to be at Abbotstoke Grange by twelve; then I thought of going to Fordholm, and getting Miss Cleveland to give us some luncheon--there are some poor people on the way to look at; and that girl on Far-view Hill; and there's another place to call in at coming home.

You'll have a good deal of sitting in the carriage, holding Whitefoot, so if you think you shall be cold or tired, don't scruple to say so, and I'll take Adams to drive me." "No, thank you," said Norman briskly.

"This frost is famous." "It will turn to rain, I expect--it is too white," said the doctor, looking out at the window.

"How will you get to Cocksmoor, good people ?" "Ethel won't believe it rains unless it is very bad," said Richard.
Norman set out with his father, and prosperously performed the expedition, arriving at Abbotstoke Grange at the appointed hour.
"Ha!" said the doctor, as the iron gates of ornamental scrollwork were swung back, "there's a considerable change in this place since I was here last.